Bright moonlight filtered in through the slitted shades covering Alex's single bedroom window as he woke, casting a silver glow across his sheets and over his face. He groaned at the sudden brightness, throwing an arm over his eyes and rolling onto his side, facing the wall. He'd been dreaming; something about running through a forest. And rabbits. Big, fat, slow, juicy rabbits. Hundreds of them. Needless to say, it was a very good dream.
That is, it was a very good dream. Now he was wide awake and alert. Though he tried his best to slip back into that realm of unconsciousness, where he could hunt and feast on bunnies the size of horses to his dream-heart's desire, it was all in vain. He even tried counting sheep, but that only made him realize that he was hungry.
With a frustrated groan, Alex suddenly tore the sheets from his boxer-clad body and swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing his forehead groggily. The wooden floor of his tiny, upstairs bedroom was cool beneath his feet as he stood, padding across the room to his dresser. One of the drawers was already open, different articles of clothing hanging out. He grabbed the first thing his hands came in contact with, a rumpled blue t-shirt with the words "FREE HUGS" in big black letters across the front, and quickly pulled it over his head. He didn't bother putting on any pants over his boxers, as he didn't feel the need to be modest in a household full of people who could read his mind.
Dragging his fingers through his shaggy hair once, Alex left his room and made his way to the end of the hall and down the stairs, making a bee-line to the kitchen where his sister was munching on a cereal bar. He thought that strange, as it had to be three o'clock in the morning, but nonetheless made his way over to the refrigerator, tussling his sister's hair as he passed by. Maybe random, late-night binges ran in the family.
Alex yanked open the refrigerator door and scanned its contents, looking for something to sate his appetite. A half-eaten birthday cake from about a month before sat on the middle shelf, and Alex pulled it out and set it on the counter, inspecting it to make sure it was still edible. He couldn't quite remember whose birthday it had been, as the only letters that hadn't already been eaten off were "Happy Bir-" and "B" and "L" from whoever's name had been iced onto it. He didn't really care, though. It looked safe to eat.
Instead of getting another plate, Alex simply grabbed a fork, took the cake to the island, and ate it as it was. He didn't think anyone would mind.
A few moments passed and Rose suddenly walked into the kitchen, her bunny slippers scuffing on the tile floor, reminding him of his dream. "Hi," she said without a wayward glance at them. In about point five seconds she downed a glass of water and left in on the counter. "Bye." She headed back upstairs without another word.
"Good morning to you, too," Alex mumbled after she was gone. He reached across the island and grabbed the empty glass, setting it on top of the pile of dishes in the sink. He threw his fork in there too, where it immediately disappeared in the mess, and slid the demolished birthday cake off the side of the island and into the trash can below.
Belly full of month-old cake, Alex left the kitchen and wandered into the living room, plopping down into one of the plush chairs with a sigh. It was peaceful at the moment, completely empty and quiet. He sat and enjoyed the silence for a few moments, his mind drifting back to those chubby bunnies from his dream, before the peaceful atmosphere was shattered as Rose decided to grace the room with her presence. She sat in a chair across from him and immediately began chipping at her toenails. Alex decided to ignore her, keeping his eyes closed and his head back against the couch cushion, but that was when the popping started. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and she began tapping her foot. He put a pillow over his face and, of course, she started snapping her fingers in what had to be an attempt to drive him mad. He suffered through about thirty seconds of it before finally throwing the pillow off his face and snapping his head up, giving her a murderous look.
"Good God, Rose! Will you just quit it?" Rose stopped without a word.
Sighing, Alex let his head fall back against the cushion again and shut his eyes, hoping to finally get some peace and quiet.
But, as luck would have it, Emmanuel chose that moment to enter to room and call everyone down for a meeting or something. Alex groaned in frustration as the entire pack began filing into the room. Of course.
"We all have our duties for the day don't we; remember everyone patrols together or alone, if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to, which won't happen. You guys are my pack,â Emmanuel said, and Rose immediately started going on about kicking vampire asses and such. Typical Rose.
"I'd rather not," Alex mumbled, his head still lax and his eyes shut. The last thing he wanted to do to start off his day was fight with a hoard of blood-suckers, though he couldn't speak for anyone else. Those vamps fought dirty.